The eye of the monster outside the window almost occupied the entire window, its body immensely huge, carrying an oppressive force greater than hatred.
"Comparing it to Gesheng, it falls short, not Unspeakable, but stronger than hatred?"
Being stared at by that enormous eye, Han Fei felt as if he was facing a God Statue that had stood for hundreds of years, unable to hide any of his secrets.
Black Blood slid down the window frame, the Painter's bones made a chilling sound of being crushed, his flesh curling to the sides, the window on his back seemed about to open.
Though the window was merely painted, it felt as if there was a real world beyond it.
As the window was gradually pushed open, Blood Silk began to appear in the eye.
In just a second or two, the crimson Blood Silk completely occupied the massive pupil, reflecting Han Fei's figure within the Monster's eye.
However, the Han Fei seen by the monster was different from the normal Han Fei.
